Post by Claire Hawkins on Jun 2, 2019 22:37:28 GMT -5
The camera fades in revealing a scene that had since become commonplace when one thought about the Action Wrestling Television Champion. The large oaken table sitting underneath a lone source of illumination that seemed to be so high that it wasn't within the boundary of the shot; a new burlap bundle nailed into place upon the last empty corner of the archaic piece. However, the sense of familiarity was thrown askew as the normal centerpiece was in fact not in the center of the piece. Instead, the Action Wrestling Television Championship sat off to the left and slightly at an angle as if it were waiting for a second object to mirror it. The symbolism was clear, the next token of victory would be the one thing that rivaled the Television Championship.
The UCI Television Championship.
"Another week; Another victory."
Stepping into the light from the depths of the encroaching darkness the Television Champion wore a look of steely determination upon her porcelain face. Dressed in the red variation of her in-ring gear, Claire leaned forward from her position behind the table and placed her hands onto the table.
"As if there had been any doubt that I would reign supreme over the star that refuses to shine; Estrella Luiz. However, the past isn't something that can be solely focused upon when you are the Action Wrestling Television Champion. Whether the opponent was worthy or not.
This week is truly a treat.
With the announcement that Action Wrestling had purchased the entirety of what was left of UCI a unique situation arose. You see, there was one worthwhile championship that remained after the eight-man ladder match from last year's Evolution. In that match, the UCI Championship and the UCI Intercontinental were unified in front sixty-six thousand people at the Hard Rock Stadium in Miami, Florida.
Why?
The simple reason that there cannot be two Championships that hold the same rank in terms of importance within this company of ours.
Unlike then, this can be considered as an official unification. With Harry Diderot competing on the Action Wrestling roster and the purchase of UCI, a similar issue has appeared in which a resolution is needed. As one might expect, that resolution has been set to happen at the final Monday NIght Clash before Evolution Two. Therein the American Airlines Arena of Miami, Florida, I not only unify these Championships of ours but I also become an unexpected stop en route of Diderot's final match."
With the mention of her opponent's final tour, Claire lowered her face from the prying eyes of the viewer lest the dispirited feeling within her well up in rebellion of the uncaring stone mask she wore.
"I won't lie.
This is the first time during my time in Action Wrestling that I genuinely do not wish to do what needs to be done. Diderot has long since proven that he possesses two of the most important qualities that a Television Champion needs; the pride of a champion and the unyielding spirit to fight against everyone at any time. To say that we're kindred spirits in that regard wouldn't do justice to..."
With a growl and a quick shake of her head, Claire ceased her speech to quell the contradicting tone her voice had taken. For several seconds not a noise was heard. Not her voice. Not the sound of her breathing. Nothing. Then, as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, Claire suddenly lifted her hands up and slammed them down onto the table hard enough to shake the entirety of the heavy table. However, it was the hellfire burning intensely in her eyes that drew the viewers attention as her ire laden words began.
"MOTHERFUCKER!
Are you even aware of the betrayal that you have committed?
You're Harry motherfucking Diderot!
The Hippo!
The Big Dawg!
The UCI Television Champion!
To think that you would betray not only the fans but yourself by laying down your will to fight is a complete affront to everything you have ever done. You SHOULD know this. You DO know this. Yet here you are, on the cusp of retirement awaiting somebody to put you down.
You fucking sicken me.
The worst part?
The worst part is knowing that at one point I actually thought the two of us were alike. The unyielding pride in holding our Television Championships. The pride of going out to a wrestling ring every fucking week to prove that we ARE the best week in and week out. The pride in knowing that WE are the people that the people came to fucking watch.
That WE are the only GENUINE motherfuckers in this god damn company.
Yet here you are, tucking your tail between your legs and running like a BITCH.
That's it isn't it? It isn't that you're too old or that your body had been beaten up too much. Its the fact that you're afraid now when you look across the ring at guys like the Contradictory Anarchist Scott Slayer or the Born Again Meat Puppet Jakob Lister. You've allowed this fear to hinder you. To cripple you. You're allowing it to completely destroy the legacy you have managed to build with your own two hands. So much so that people can't even really recognize you anymore!
You're no longer The Hippo.
You're no longer The Big Dawg.
Come Monday Night Clash you won't even be The UCI Television Champion
The only thing you are now is Harry the fucked Diderot.
The Punk.
The Big Bitch.
Fear not though for once you're left defeated know that I shall carry on the TRUE fighting spirit of both the UCI and Action Wrestling Television Championships."
With her signature Banshees' shrill to end things, the video faded to black with the visual of hellfire burning deep within her crimson eyes. It was clear that she felt betrayed and yet filled with pride.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Your Time Is Near
Dreams End
Quoth The Witch Forevermore